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Want to know what the annoying thing about dealing with robots is? The lack of a scent. Sure, there was the pungent taint of oil and grease, of combustion and fuel being used to power various types of machines and technology to aid in tracking. But each smell was its own layer, and in a city so full of people and bustling commuters, something that was....ahead of the curve, as it were, would have the advantage.
It’s for this reason that he excuses himself for not noticing the fake man sooner. Creed had often taken pride in his keen sense of smell -- he wasn’t going to let a moment of failure like this stain his record. “Ya done sneakin’ ‘round in the shadows there, slim?” The blond’s words are let out in a growl, golden hues fixating on the figure hiding in the dark with a predatory keenness. He was large, whoever the guy was. An imposing slab of meat, gristle and bone that he was eager to sink his claws into for being disturbed like this.
“Should know, creepin’ up on a man’s one way t’ snuff it. How ‘bout I give ya a demonstration?!”
